Queridos hermanos.
Una gran disculpa porque hemos dejado de enviar materiales para el blog, realmente después de que regresamos de México, muchas cosas nos esperaban en Filipinas como retos continuos.
Esta vez queremos publicar este articulo de nuestra hija Maria Teresa Martinez, esperamos que sea de su agrado y lleve luz a sus corazones.
Los tenemos muy presentes en nuestras oraciones. Adriana y Poncho.
There is no comparison to the feeling of being at
home again after being years away from it. A house is not a home. House is
built with concrete things that could be torn down. A home is built with things
that aren't easily destroyed - tenderness, passion, courage, strength, love and
faith.
Six months
ago I got the chance to go to Mexico for Christmas vacations. I felt an
indescribable joy when i saw from the aero plane all the lights of Mexico city
and i knew that i was home ,.my heart was full of happiness when i hugged my
friends and family when i saw all the places, all the colors ,of Mexico ,It has
been one of the best months in my life.
Sadly it
was time to leave Mexico, I dint want the pain of leaving to come again,. I
didn't want to leave all my family, friends and memories behind. I didn't want
to say goodbye, I just wanted to stay in Mexico and not to leave again. I felt
sad and discouraged, I even started to cry! My heart was in pain but then a
memory came to my mind, a memory that gave me strength and comfort. There was a
day in Mexico when my friends and i visited a museum in the city of Puebla, we
walk along marvelous decorate hallway’s with nice paintings but only one thing
caught my attention, it was a quote that said;:" Las personas son de Los
lugares y llevan su tierra, su hogar junto a ellas, "(People come from
places and they carry their land, their home with them.) In that moment I realized that maybe home
belongs to your spirit, not at all to some place.
Some people say home is where
your heart belongs, but what if my heart belongs to all the places that have
touched and inspire my soul, to all the sunsets and nature, It belongs to all
the books, paintings, movies and songs that have inspired me and changed my way
of seeing things. It belongs to all gestures of kindness, of generosity, of
humanity that people have given me. It belongs to all the people who have
touched my life, who have believed in me, who gave me strength and courage, who
have made me who I am, these things have influence the person i have become .
A sudden and
striking realization made me understood from a new and deeper perspective what
the meaning of home really is. .The surprising and fulfilling feeling made me
feel peaceful. I packed all my things, I say goodbye one last time and me and
my family made our way back to the Philippines, but I didn't leave with a heavy
heart because I knew that I wasn't leaving anyone, any place, any experience,
behind nor even my culture, I wasn't leaving all those things behind because I
keep them with me because home belongs, have always belonged not to one place,
not just to Mexico, not just to the Philippines or all the places I have been,
not just to my friends and family it belongs to my spirit., my spirit cannot be
seen but cannot be destroyed.